The Box Series #3: The Magic of the Box

He only needed to see the box

to survive any given day.
To peer inside it was reserved for the weight of the worst
and to picture her, silently soothing with her golden voice
a purse of lips echoing love, love
and lasting inside
a little lacquered box that exists
is enough.

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